HAPPY BIRTHDAY JHONEN VASQUEZ YOU DISTURBING AND FUNNY GENIUS!
Zim narrowed an eye as he stared at the balloons Dib was holding. "Explain to me again, why are you giving me balloons?" Zim asked, confused.
"Because it's your birthday" Dib responded, exasperated for going over this fifty or so times.
"So that calls for balloons?" Dib sighed in sighed in aggravasion.
"Yes." he responded through his teeth. "You're supposed to tie them to your book bag so everyone will know it's your birthday." he explained.
"Yes, yes. You've already said that." Zim dismissed with a flick of the wrist. Dib had to resist the urge to bash his head into a locker.
"It's a new human tradition. If you want to appear human, you'll do it." Dib tried to reason with him.
"I want to appear human, but not that human..." Zim grumbled.
"Zim. Just take the stupid balloons." Dib said in frustration, turning Zim around ubruptly and tying the balloons to the top of his PAK. Zim protested this the entire time, but didn't attempt to fight it. He could tell Dib was extremely aggravated.
"There. Happy birthday space boy." Dib said after finishing, walking past Zim and into the classroom.
Just a very short drabble where Zim doesn't understand that... I don't know if it's just here in Georgia, but when it's our birthday and we're in high school we sometimes get balloons and tie them to our back packs. We walk around like that all day, and people tell us happy birthday. Makes us feel special. At the end of the school day, most of us cut them off our bags and either let them go and suck the helium out. Anyways, this is a gift for Jhonen, so review for his birthday present! :D